Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
A loud barking from the neighbor’s dog next-door, and the hiss of a cat brought me out of my ecstasy-induced fog, but then James mouth descended, and I found myself divested of shorts and panties, even though my tennis shoes remained firmly in place.
The tip of James’ tongue ran down my rib cage, past my belly button, and down into the thatch of hair that covered my sex. “You smell like sex.”
“J-J...” I tried to tell him something, really, I did, but as soon as his tongue found the hard bud of my clit, I couldn’t even remember my own fucking name, let alone tell him what I wanted.
“J’s good. You can call me J from now on. Nobody else calls me that.” He said, and then went to town on my pussy.
He devoured me. There was no other word for what he was doing to me. He sucked the juices that were leaking from my core, swallowing them down as fast as I produced them. The thumb on his right hand thrummed my clit with expert precision, and the thumb of his other hand massaged my perineum.
It wasn’t long before I was so caught up in the feeling of his hands and tongue, that an orgasm blindsided me. Completely off balance, I found myself pulling on his beard again, holding him in place so he wouldn’t stop doing what he was doing.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered that we were outside, in broad damn daylight, fucking. Fucking loudly.
But I didn’t care. I was so far gone, that he could have been doing me in front of the whole damn town and I wouldn’t care.
Just as I started to come down from my mind-blowing orgasm, I found myself impaled on his cock. Then he was rutting. In and out of me, over and over. His cock slammed into me so hard that now I wasn’t laying on the flat part of the lounger. I was moving up the incline, and he was pressing me down.
The angle was absolutely delicious. The head of his fat cock worked me perfectly. He hit that spot. The one I’d only read about in magazines. His gaze held mine prisoner, and he watched my eyes as he fucked me into the chair.
Frustration started to become apparent on his face, because within moments, I found myself nearly folded in two as he brought my legs up to his shoulders, and he leaned in. “Oh, yeah. That’s what I wanted.”
This position allowed him to go deeper, and there was nothing I could do about it. Not that I would want to or anything. The tip of his leaking cock kissed the entrance to my womb, and with each thrust of his length into me, I took him deeper and deeper.
His gaze left mine as he bent his head. He watched my breasts jiggle up and down with each of his thrusts.
Leaning down, he took the tip of one aching nipple into his mouth, and sucked hard.
With the two sensations, I went wild. My hips tilted into each of his thrusts, allowing him to go impossibly deeper. His teeth bit into my nipple, causing me to buck wildly. Then his free hand that was resting on my ass moved.
The pad of his thumb brushed my anus.
The move was startling, but he didn’t stay at the puckered hole for long. Shortly, he moved to the pad of tissue that lay in between, and massaged it with his thumb. He switched breasts, sucking hard once more, and I exploded.
I gritted my teeth against the urge to scream, and squeezed my eyes so tightly shut that I could have sworn they would bruise.
His thick cock continued to pound into my over sensitive tissues, but it wasn’t long before he couldn’t stop his own climax. His deep growl against the side of my breast warned me of his impending orgasm, and I squeezed my vaginal muscles tight, and worked his pulsating dick with my inner tissues.
After a few more short, jerky strokes, he froze. My eyes opened to see his own on mine, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Jesus, you’ve got me folded like an accordion.”
He looked down at the position of my body, and laughed, pulling out carefully.
There was no stopping the flow of come that leaked from me, and I made a mental note to clean it up as soon as I got my clothes. Oh, and found the ability to support my own weight.
“Yeah, I guess I do. You make me crazy.” He laughed as he pushed his semi hard cock back into his jeans, adjusted himself accordingly, zipped up his jeans, and righted his shirt.
I found my legs able to move, and pulled my bike shorts back up my legs, forgoing the panties seeing as they were ripped in four places. How he’d managed to do that, I don’t know, but I was nowhere near complaining.
“Your mom probably saw us naked.” I grimaced.
He disagreed with a shake of his head. “She went to bed nearly an hour ago. That’s why I’m here instead of at Free working. I didn’t want you left alone.”
I smiled. “Why would you be working at Free if you have a job with SWAT?”
“I still work there three days a week.” He said with a raised eyebrow.
“When?” I demanded. “How come I never saw you?”
“I didn’t want you to.” He explained.
Once I situated myself, I walked with him in through the back door. He sat down at the table, and I went to my bag, grabbed a new pair of panties and clean shorts, and then changed. He was still sitting in the same spot, however now, he was scowling at something he was reading in the newspaper.
“What?” I asked as the scowl on his face turned deadly.
Not saying a word, he handed the paper over, and then tapped his finger at the article that was part of the front page. My own mood plummeted, and I swore savagely. Then I turned around, slammed into the bedroom, grabbed my laptop, plunked down on the bed, and wrote the best letter I’ve ever written in my life.